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Ah
yes, the above picture says it all, the fast paced world of playing
in crappy bars all over the world, what a rush. |
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Upon
arrival, after standing outside in the freezing cold for an hour,
we finally got in and set up just in time to do a soundcheck.
Allen's sax? Check |
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Roger
and Ben able to blow some notes? Check |
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Mike?
Mike? Mike is tuning, we'll check back with him. |
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Reagan
got there more then 3 minutes before gig time. Her sax is working.
Mike? MIKE??? Man that thing is hard to tune. |
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John
doesn't have to tune his piano (but he CAN tuna fish) and so as
always he did his best Billy Joel piano man impersonation. |
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Greg
tuning too? Man, those wacky guitar players and their little electronic
tuners. They sure do save time. |
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Hey
look, it's Timmy and Noah, who at less than a year old has already
spent more time in cheesy bars than I had when I turned 21 |
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Once
again, the "kool kids" do the black shirt with yellow
print motif. Greg actually does it as a motif, John just doesn't
own many shirts. |
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Hey
wait, didn't he just spend like an hour tuning a BLACK guitar? |
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The
horn guys test the mics |
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John
tests his ivories |
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Tommy
tries to drum while his mouth is stuck together with peanut butter
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and
BAM, we're in the show. Can you tell by the huge crowds now filling
the room and fighting to be up front near the stage? |
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No,
you can tell because Mike is wearing a black shirt. There is at
least ONE person standing in front of the stage. |
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Mike
belts out the opening wail in Grits Aint Groceries, while Reagan
looks on with what can only be descibed as "I could do better
than that" contempt |
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This
shot could almost be called artistic. A lot of guys have rippling
biceps, Mike has rippling Palmaris longus. |
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Ah,
if looks could kill |
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Greg
and I doing our "Number 10" impression. Still hoping
for a call from Sesame Street |
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Wooooaah,
far out! If you didn't know any better you coulf imagine this
is John Lennon |
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Mike
waits patiently for Greg to stop noodling so he can advance the
set list |
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Finally
Bubbles makes her debut. Despite what it looks like, she does
NOT have a tablecloth wrapped around her hips. |
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I
swear it's not. |
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ok,
even I'm not sure. |
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a
sign of a great drummer, being able to play and drink gatorade
at the same time. Neil Peart can do this with two bottles at once. |
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Greg
Rocks! I Doze |
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Greg
welcomes the crowd |
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Mike
tells the crowd to get lost |
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and
of course, the horn guys live in their own little bubble |
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Oooh,
look at the skull!! Mike sure is anti establishment and everything,
with his skull sticker!! Nobody will think he's a wuss with THAT! |
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And
now he does his best grunge band evil scream marilyn manson look,
but without all that poofy make up |
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Wat
happens when you break a string in the middle of a song? You change
it as fast as you can, or you have another guitar standing by.
Greg went the changing string route. |
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Wow,
Mike looks just like Jimi Page. We actually look pretty cool in
this shot. |
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I
wish I could remember more, but it was all a blur |
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Speaking
of blurs |
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We
don't just stand around, that's for sure |
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well,
now we are... |
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And
the rockin begins again |
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You
would think I'd look thinner, blending into the background and
all, and yet there I am looking as round as ever |
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but
MAN, I can move!! Wow |
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John
always looks like he's playing in a whole different band |
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Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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greg's
just blowing his little heart out. |
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and
Mike sings beside the mic, since singing right into it would make
him a conformist |
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The
Beak Twins |
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Where's
reagan?? |
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I
don't see her, do you John? |
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Maybe
the skull scared her away? |
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Never
mind Reagan, where's my neck?? |
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Playing
into the sunset |
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john
tinkling his ivories and his depends |
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Wow,
we look so enthused. Time for me to go back to "Just for
Men" |
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The
Valves rhythm section shows how it's done |
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There's
Bubbles, wow, we totally lost track of her for a while |
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And
so when her chance came to shine again, she rips it up, table
cloth and all |
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We
all watch to see if the table cloth will fall off mid song |
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But
no, it was suspiciously well supported |
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we
weren't happy |
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But
then we decided, hey, all you can do is laugh it off |
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Bubbles
Belts |
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and
Belts |
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and
takes a break from the belting |
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Tom
tries not to stare |
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Getting
close to the end of the night |
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Mike
is NOT looking down her dress |
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Greg
introduces the band |
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Reagan
introduces her husband |
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Greg
describing how wide I was before Jenny Craig |
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if
you look closely, you'll see me getting smacked in the forehead |
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and
the horns take a vertical bow |
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Reagan
getting ready to flash the crowd, now don't you wish you had been
there? |
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ok,
she didn't really flash the crowd. Mike did though. And then we
all went home and slept |